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her to the point of capacity and stretched just a little bit more. He was strong, just as strong as she was, and he wasn’t afraid to treat her roughly.
    He was her perfect match.
    Stories she’d heard from her mother, tales of perfect mates and true love, darted into her head. She might have snorted in disgust, but she couldn’t focus. All she could do was push back at him, again and again, their bodies slapping together with a force that should have rocked the entire station. Her heart pounded, and for one shining instant she thought she might die.
    Suddenly it hit her with all the force of a sun exploding, wave after wave of release, pleasure beyond anything she’d experienced before. This was far more than the end of gnawing tension, far more than the relief of her own hand working in the night.
    Certainly beyond any cock she’d ever felt.
    Every fiber of her being cried out to her, telling her she needed him, she had to keep him close. She had to protect him. Where had that come from? She collapsed forward, feeling him pump into her, working toward his own pleasure. She knew she should help, but she couldn’t. She had no energy, no drive. She’d become a husk, a limp remnant of the woman she’d been two hours ago. She’d been bested by him physically and blown away by him sexually.
    This wasn’t supposed to happen to her.
    He came with a shout, his body shuddering and covering hers, his hot seed hitting her cervix with such force she felt every surge. Then he collapsed over her, apparently as stunned as she was, and the sound of their harsh breathing filled the corridor.
    “What the hell was that?” he asked softly after a long silence, and she shrugged her shoulders. She had no damn idea.
    “Oh shit,” she muttered suddenly, closing her eyes in disgust. Now would be the perfect time to kill him. He might still be covering her, but there was no way he’d be able to stop her. His entire body was limp, defenseless as a child’s. He was hers.
    She looked up at him and smiled, touching his face with one hand. His gaze was almost tender.
    Just do it , she told herself. This is your job.
    Her hand hardened and chopped toward his jugular. He blocked her without so much as blinking. It was only luck that she managed to buck him off an instant later. She leapt to her feet, and took off down the corridor. She darted a glance back to see if he was following, and didn’t even see the wall when she hit it. She dropped like a rock, unconscious.
    * * * * *
    How many hits could a woman survive without sustaining permanent damage? She was nothing like any woman he’d ever met, and he didn’t have a clue how to judge her strength… Of course, based on what he’d seen already, she wasn’t even human, Damian thought wryly. He picked up her limp body carefully, checking for a pulse as he smoothed back that thick, long hair.
    He was pretty sure he knew who’d hired her. He’d taken five cargoes off Vaspar Bendren in the past year alone, and the man was close to bankruptcy. That didn’t bother Damian one bit. Bendren and his family had made their credits trading slaves before going legitimate, and he had no sympathy for them. Still, they were more desperate than he’d realized. Hiring an assassin was the act of a desperate man, one who didn’t have the strength to fight his own battles. He’d thought Bendren had balls, but apparently he’d been wrong.
    At least Bendren chose well; she wasn’t the average assassin. Very few people knew how to wield an ionic whip. The discipline took training from the earliest years onward, and only those from families where the whip was an established tradition had any hope of mastering it. Who were her people?
    Now wasn’t the time for answers, Damian reminded himself. He threw her over one shoulder and started back across the port toward his ship’s berth. It would be easier to interrogate her there, not to mention safer. He didn’t know what kind backup she might have, but he